Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 606 What Right Do I Have To Be Angry?

Xia Weilan half-kneeled by the bed, stared at him for a while, dragged her chin, then began to whisper angrily: "You are Lu Qianchen, you are handsome, rich, noble, and you are in groups. The flowers and butterflies are circling around you, don’t they, next time I catch you messing around, you don’t even think about stepping here.”

Hearing the complaints in Xia Weiran's ears, Lu Qianchen thought to himself why this woman is so domineering and petty, but even so, the corners of his lips still couldn't help showing a warm color, but after a few seconds, he Her muttering sound came from her ear again, a little hoarse and a little sad.

"Actually, if there is a next time, I am the one who should leave. What right do I have to be angry with you and drive you out."

Xia Weiran's voice was full of a touch of sadness, without the arrogance and domineering, but it was very real, and the realness made Lu Qianchen's heart throbbing suddenly following her words.

This silly woman, doesn't she know until now that she is his only brilliance, the only brilliance that if lost, can only face endless darkness forever.

Lu Qianchen shook his eyelashes, wanting to hold her in his arms and love her crazily, but as soon as he thought of it, he felt the tip of his nose itch, as if something was scratching himself.

Xia Weiran bent down, took the tip of her hair, and scratched Lu Qianchen's nose twice intently, until he couldn't help scratching his face with his hands, then burst out laughing.

She stood up, walked around to the other side of the bed, picked up the quilt on the ground, shook it, and gently covered Lu Qianchen's body.

However, as soon as she bent down, she suddenly found that her waist was embraced by both hands, and instantly fell into a solid arm with just the right amount of strength.

Xia Weiran's heart jumped up nervously with a thud, and before he could recover, he was rolled over and crushed under him.

The corners of Lu Qianchen's mouth could not be restrained from curling up into a trademark smirk. Although his eyes were a little sleepy, they looked more and more confused.

Xia Weiran was pressed under him, and the quilt between the two was taken away by him at some point, and their skins were tightly pressed together.

There was a slight flush on her face, she clutched the sheet nervously with both hands, looked at him and smiled at herself, evil and handsome, not at all like she should have just woken up.

Xia Weiran suddenly felt that he had been designed again, so he stretched out his hand angrily and pushed his chest.

But for some reason, in his breath, she always felt limp and unable to exert herself. After using her strength for a while, she stopped struggling and instead pouted and glared at him.

Lu Qianchen wasn't in a hurry or afraid, instead, he smiled more wickedly and joyfully. All her playful looks were so beautiful in his eyes, and they became extremely alluring.

Lu Qianchen buried his head between her necks to feel the fragrance coming from her body. Xia Weiran didn't like to use perfume. All along, her body exuded a faint fragrance. It was this fragrance that made Lu Qianchen's eyes even brighter. It's deep.

His lips fell on her neck, lightly nodding, and one hand unconsciously reached into her pajamas, and when it slipped to her side, the corners of Lu Qianchen's mouth raised involuntarily. There was a sinister arc.

(End of this chapter)